had been embellished or entirely covered with spraypaint tags. “He’ll know we’re coming,” Holly said. “I know. We should have brought one of those flashes.” She reached into one of her voluminous side pockets—the one that had been sagging—and pulled out one of the stubby Home Depot UV flashlights. “You’re sort of amazing,” Ralph said. “I don’t suppose you’ve got a couple of hardhats in there, do you?” “No offense, but your sense of humor is a little weak, Ralph. You should work on that.”
